The Kindly Ones

The Kindly Ones

Chapter Five

Evil sub-contracts.

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This chapter has been betaed by Licelli who has graciously fixed my grammar. Thankyou very much please have another cup of tea.



- "It could be a torture chamber or a dungeon or a hideous pit or anything!"
- "It's just a student's bedroom, sergeant."
- "You see?"

-- (Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms)

A fat rat crawled along the edge of an upstairs banister its long tail dragging along behind it.
Three stories below, a man, hunched over scurried across the black and white marble.
If the little creature had been able to notice, it would have seen in the man, a striking
resemblance to itself but rats don’t think like that and it was more interested in its next meal.

Climbing down from the banister the rat landed on a thick carpet and crawled slowly down the
circular stairs beneath the notice the portraits moving over head. Reaching the marble floor
its little claws made a clicking sound as it walked across the foyer, towards an open door.
It was a double door made of heavy mahogany coloured wood, and a small crack of light shone
out from it into the darkness of the foyer.

The rat could smell food coming from the room, fresh food. Creeping slowly in, it crawled
across the heavy floorboards and the thick rug that covered the floor. As it reached the
dense rug the sticky sweet smell of fresh blood overwhelmed its mind, making it totally miss
the two human’s standing talking, towering above its head. Crawling forward the rodent stuck
its long nose into the still warm blood and began lapping it up, its mind closed to the world.

In its haste missing the large snake that had been wrapped around one of the humans neck slide
down their back and move sinuously towards its own next meal. With a snap and a twist the rat
was dead and being slowly consumed.

"Do you think you could get her to take that outside, please My Lord?" With a nervous gasp,
Wormtail watched the rat spasm as the sake twisted its coils around the rodent’s
back Voldemort, who had been writing down information prised from the now cooling corpse at
his feet, looked up as his minion.

"Why Wormtail, I hope Nagi’s eating habits don’t disturb you." With a snide smile Voldemort
put the papers down on the shelf above the fire and turned to face Wormtail who was watching
Nagi like, well like a small furry mammal watches a snake.
Wormtail laughed nervously,

"Oh No Sir, I’m perfectly fine," he swallowed and his Adam’s apple bounced.

"I'm so glad to hear that. I wouldn’t want to upset you delicate stomach. If you think you
and your weak constitution could move Mr Snitchel down stairs to the potion’s lab, Snape
can gather ingredients later. On the other hand, if you think your precious health can’t
take that’ The sly smile dropped from Voldemort’s face and he sneered.

" You can join him on the slab."

Wormtail squeaked and whipping out his wand muttered "Wingardium Leviosa"

and the very dead body lifted lifted in the air and followed him as he fled the room.
Voldemort, watching, again wondered if spending all those years as a rat hadn’t
permanently affected his faithful servant. Loyalty was all well and good but it
paid to have competent servants as well. You just couldn’t get good evil minions these days.



Settling back into a large wingback chair that faced the fire, he
Contemplated the information pried from the now very deceased Mr Snitchel.
The flames of the fire shone red and orange over the Dark Lord’s features
as he attempted to work the new information into his game plans.

Nagi had swallowed the rat and crawled slowly up the chairs leg, wrapping herself
around Voldemort’s legs. Withoutlooking up Voldemort spoke:
"How long have you been here William?"

A shadow thickened and changed where once there had been nothing, a man emerged.
Dressed in a deep red velvet robe, his hair brushed the high buttoned collar.
Walking towards Voldemort he stubbed out a cigarette he had been smoking in a
pot plant sitting on a table avoiding the flora’s sharp teeth.

"Oh, not for long; just long enough to know what I‘m going to get you for Christmas:
some books on anger management. The way you smacked that guy around .
Do you have an Oedipus complex?"

Voldemort sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He had never worked out
how the man made his way past the wards and spells protecting the house and Voldemort himself.
"Could you be quiet for a moment? I Believe I have a job for you."

The figure stepped in front of the fire. The man looked twenty, no thirty,
or maybe forty. Anyway he definitely had brown hair, or was it dark blonde?
Or it could be black when you looked at it. He was all of these things which made
him very, very good in his job. Leaning against the fireplace his height was
hard to guess and his build under his robe was indistinct.

Each time Voldemort saw the spy, he was amazed at this skill top be indescribable,
and he never seemed to age. Though they had been doing business together since his
first claim for power.

"You know you should get some Jif, or Wondersoap on that blood. It’ll never
come out if you just leave it."
Voldemort coughed and sighed, he hated dealing with William Lovettes. Each
time he hired the man; and it was only rarely that he felt that it was necessary.
Lovettes was admittedly brilliant at what he did but oh so annoying, he would be
glad when this meeting was over. He could feel the control of his temper wear thin.

The man could infiltrate and betray anyone, and Voldemort was glad that the Order
of the Phoenix were so, mentally he sneered, ’good’ they would never know about the
man. He was glad William had never decided to fight for Dumbledore.

The strange magic’s Lovettes commanded were still not know to him. Voldemort watched
William walk around his living room.

"You know, this place is much too dark and depressing, you need some bright
summer colours. You should get some one in here to change it."
Voldemort clenched his teeth and thought about when he had absolute power
and could have Lovettes skinned and pinned outside a harpies cave

"You know I’ve always wondered, why the ‘Dark Lord?’ Black’s not a very scary
colour! Whereas Fuchsia is a very scary colour; I know, I would run if I saw a Fuchsia Lord!"

Sighing Voldemort watched as the man pulled out books from his bookshelves and said annoyingly

"You know you should pick up a hobby, or maybe some different reading material."
He picked up a text lying on a table and flipped it open; a strange eldritch glow emerged,
bathing his face in a green light. The cover began to pulse a sickly red.
"You know this may work good as night light, but if you want good bed time reading material
try Dean Koontz, or Nora Roberts." As a dark tentacle emerged from the book William slammed
it shut causing it to make a strange pained squeaking noise and chucked it down on the table.

As he watched Lovettes begin poking a pixy he kept in a cage Voldemort coughed.
"If you are quite finished, I believe that there is an ‘Erinyes’ in England.
I would like you to find it and bring it to me." William laughed and sat down in
an ezy-boy chair, which had appeared from nowhere.

Stretching out the spy rested his hands on his stomach and watched Voldemort.
"Voldie if that was all you wanted done, you could have gotten Splinter there to pick it up."

The unspoken question ‘why him’ hung in the air.
"From information that I have gathered I believe that the Erinyes will soon reside in Hogwarts."
Interrupting Voldemort, William laughed,

"and you still don’t have the balls to face Dumbledore; a guy who has the fashion sense of
a colour blind bower bird." Ignoring the other man, Voldemort kept talking.

"meanwhile, I am just biding my time to crush Dumbledore and his mindless followers
under my heel. I don’t feel that would be prudent to do so now. Your abilities
are needed to infiltrate the school and acquire the creature."

"Was that what that poor slob knew? You know if you keep breaking your toys you’re not
going to get any new ones soon."
From somewhere William had pulled a tall beer glass and was happily drinking.

"There’s a funny thing I heard about Erinyes." looking into the air Lovettes hummed.
"I think I heard that Erinyes are an important ingredient in a certain spell. Of course
I wasn’t really listening, you know how hard it is to hear over a blowtorch."

Voldemort hadn’t moved but when William stopped talking he seemed to be more tense than before.
"I don’t know what your talking about. I have heard the legends that they are the most
adept pain dealers and it is bred specifically into their blood. With an Erinyes behind
me I feel it would greatly increase my power base." Leaning back William laughed.

"Voldie wants his own little torturer. How sweet. I bet you have a thing for whips to."

Finishing his beer, William chucked the glass into the air and it disappeared with a Pop.
"What’s in it for me? I’m not one of your brain-less wonders who will follow you with nary
a thought in their heads."

Getting up from his chair, Voldemort eased Nagi away from around his waist and walked
towards the papers piled up on the shelf.

"I just happened to come across some information about a certain matter that I believe
you’re interested in."
William now stood up and the ezy-boy chair disappeared behind him,
"Now that is something I like to hear. My fee will be doubled, and will be in my vault
when the job is done. As they say, Dark Lord‘s come and go but money is forever."

Voldemort kept his temper carefully under control and picked up the papers.
"I thought the information would be payment."
Smiling William straightened the long velvet red robe he was wearing and straightened
his cuffs with a flourish. "Oh, Voldie. We are talking about entering Hogwarts, a
place the so self-named heir of Slytherine stays away from like the plague.
There obviously will be added expenses. And when have I ever done anything for free?
I’ll come back for the information when the job’s done." Sitting back down, the Dark
Lord carefully shifted his snake. "One day, Lovettes you are going to push me too far."
It was almost a promise.

Grinning William leaned over quickly and pecked Voldemort on the nose. His hair
brushing Voldemort’s face. "You’re just saying that, you love me really." Skipping
backwards the man laughed and walked out of the doors, calling over his shoulder.
"Remember not to send anyone after me; you know what happened last time,
and you know how hard it is to find good mindless goons."
As he stepped through the door the shadows seemed to swallow him whole.



Scratching her head, Voldemort watched the sleeping Nagi. Creeping back into
the room, Wormtail shuffled over to Voldemort who was staring down at his snake.

"My Lord, is there anything else you want me to do tonight?" Voldemort was tempted
to tell him to follow William but as incompetent as he was, Wormtail would pour
boiling oil over his own head if he told him and that kind of dogged loyalty was
important.

As Wormtail walked backwards out of the room, once Voldemort dismissed him.
The rag underneath Valdemort’s chair had began to stiffen with all the blood
that has soaked into it; in displeasure the Dark Lord flicked his hand and sent
it away, replacing it with another. Lovettes had not been so good at his job,
Voldemort would have killed him years ago. The annoying little bastard showed
absolutely no fear of him and his presence made Voldemort’s skin crawl.

He wanted to hurt something, that man made his wand hand itch to cast Avada Kadavera,
and rid the world of his presence. Frustration mounting Voldemort cursed aloud, waking
Nagi, he needed to hurt someone. Shouting loudly Voldemort voiced his command.
"Wormtail get down here now."

Authors Note
Thanks Licelli for the ending , it is good.

Thankyou so much for reading.

Oedipus complex is named after a Greek myth about a boy who is prophesised as killing his father the king of Thebes. Oedipus is then sent to die on a mountain. Shepard's rescue him, and he become’s a hero defeats the sphinx and goes on to when he meets his father on the road and doesn’t move for the kings chariot kill him fulfilling the prophecy. When he killed the sphinx in Thebes the people want to reward him so he becomes king not knowing that he killed his father and as such when he marries the queen he marries his own mother.
And so an Oedipus Complex is where a man wants to have sex with their own mother and kill their father. There is more too it than that, but that’s what I understand. I think. William’s reference is completely random and just my way of putting in some Greek myth. Voldemort has problems which may include an Oedipus complex. He did kill his father.